The Major and the Minor Page #6

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Good morning, there.

Good morning. Kind of splashy, still.

Will the New-York train be on time?

Sure won't.

It's stuck right outside of Brownsville.

Oh, poor Phillip.

Confounded inefficient

communication system! What is it now?

Oh, it's that bridge over the river.

And the railroad raised it 5 feet last year.

Should have raised it 10.

How about the turnpike? Is that clear?

Milk truck made it all right.

Good.

Now, Pamela, we're not going to plough

through 20 miles of water,

Phillip or no Phillip.

Oh, Father, don't be tiresome.

We certainly can't leave him on that train

all by himself.

Thank the Lord, in my day,

young women had more reserve.

Good morning, Uncle Phillip.

Good morning, Su-Su.

What are you doing,

conducting an orchestra or something?

Just a bum eye.

I give it a 10 minute workout twice a day.

I wondered about your eyes.

You mean, they're crossed?

Oh, no.

I wouldn't mind that.

You see, as far as regulations are concerned,

that wouldn't disable me.

I just spent a week in Washington

trying to get back into active service.

We in a station or something?

- No, train's being held up.

- Held up?

Oh, no cause for alarm.

Just a little water over a bridge.

I'm kind of glad.

We're liable to be stuck here

for quite some time.

That's what I mean.

Then you can't get off so soon.

Why, you sweet child!

I'm going to get you some breakfast.

What do you want?

- Just some coffee.

- Coffee.

Coffee? They don't let you have coffee?

Well, just a few drops in a big glass of milk.

I call it coffee.

Ah! And some nice cereal, huh?

I'm going to ask them in the club car

if they have a Parcheesi board.

Then we can play until the train goes again,

until I get off, okay?

- Well, about that Parcheesi...

- Rather make it checkers?

After breakfast, I'd rather talk.

There's something I'd like to explain.

What?

Maybe I better get dressed first.

You know, Su-Su,

you're a very peculiar child.

You bet I am.

Conductor, I'm looking for Major Kirby.

Major Phillip Kirby? He's on the train.

Kirby?

Killian, King, Kilkallen, Kirby.

Drawing room G, car 64.

- Right there, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Phillip?

Phillip?

Phillip boy!

Phillip.

Guess who came to rescue you.

# You can't get him up

You can't get him up

# You can't get him up in the morning #

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I beg your pardon.

I must be in the wrong drawing room.

- Or am I?

- Or are you?

Quiet.

The conductor's not supposed to know.

Nor, I imagine, am I.

Oh!

Why, Pamela, hello!

How did you get on this train?

I was worried about you, Phillip, darling,

so I drove 27 miles over suicidal roads

to find out how my poor lonely Phillip

occupied himself on his trip home.

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